Treasure Island

Andy Caldwell


Dark Light of My Soul


In the dark light of my soul
I get through one more night
the pain increases relentlessly
all I hear is silence
all I know is pain
Parkinson's controls
it shapes me as I am
into what I do not want to be
morphia flows inside of me
a poison not of humanity
then  I quietly pray
Lord guide my way
fight for me
I don't want die this way
as tears roll off my face
Lord take me peaceful as I sleep
my soul is Yours to love and keep

Submitted: Sunday, November 24, 2013
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  • Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi (12/5/2013 3:09:00 AM)

    all I hear is silence
    all I know is pain
    Parkinson's controls
    it shapes me as I am

    Andy, I have read a few of your frank poems and enjoyed reading those thoughts..Thank you for sharing.. (Report) Reply

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